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I slept in class for the first time this year today. It was only study hall, so it wasn't a deal at all. But, that makes it permanent. I'm in school.
It seems like the world is a little bit off today. Everything is unusual. James and Evan were up at the school right when it got out. And that was really cool, but its just different, knowing they were only there on special occasion, knowing they wouldn't be there the next day. Theatre stuff is beginning. My first official sit around the PAC day is on Friday. I then saw Nick in the the parking garage. Which offset me even more. Chelsea and I had just been talking about him; memories from the black box. And how he probably doesn't religiously smell like the black box anymore.
Summer is a bitch. It made me think a lot about life and the various relationships I have with people, and I see an end with all of them. At least a cut in them. School is quickly rushing into my life. Like, college school. It scares the hell out of me.
Somewhere in the north, hopefully. There will be the perfect small town with the perfect small college and I will fit in perfectly and life will be happy. But I know it won't happen at all like that.
Somewhere not in Texas, at least.
My killer headache is yet to leave, and now is worse because I have to continually take off and put on my glasses to see various distances across the classrooms and hallways.
Its weird to have my phone not ringing anymore. I guess Raymond will be happy, with the bill. I fell so amazingly disconnected from the people I love and daily hung out with throughout the summer.
I think someone is trying to fax my house. Its kindof weird, I mean, yah we have a fax machine. But I've never seen anyone use it. Haha.
Theatre makes me happy. I mean, I don't know whats going to happen at all this year, but I know that the good WILL outweigh the bad and the drama will be lived through. I don't feel dependent on anyone else there like I did last year. I don't mind working by myself or running errands for Woo. I'm starting to truly feel like a veteran at it. Which is odd, as I've only done three (really two) shows and only been in theatre arts I. But, as soon as I walked into the PAC on wednesday, my confidence soared, as opposed to the freaking out I did the few days before school. Its good. I like it.
Today=really odd. Hopfeully it will pour down rain, and make it all better.
It seems like the world is a little bit off today. Everything is unusual. James and Evan were up at the school right when it got out. And that was really cool, but its just different, knowing they were only there on special occasion, knowing they wouldn't be there the next day. Theatre stuff is beginning. My first official sit around the PAC day is on Friday. I then saw Nick in the the parking garage. Which offset me even more. Chelsea and I had just been talking about him; memories from the black box. And how he probably doesn't religiously smell like the black box anymore.
Summer is a bitch. It made me think a lot about life and the various relationships I have with people, and I see an end with all of them. At least a cut in them. School is quickly rushing into my life. Like, college school. It scares the hell out of me.
Somewhere in the north, hopefully. There will be the perfect small town with the perfect small college and I will fit in perfectly and life will be happy. But I know it won't happen at all like that.
Somewhere not in Texas, at least.
My killer headache is yet to leave, and now is worse because I have to continually take off and put on my glasses to see various distances across the classrooms and hallways.
Its weird to have my phone not ringing anymore. I guess Raymond will be happy, with the bill. I fell so amazingly disconnected from the people I love and daily hung out with throughout the summer.
I think someone is trying to fax my house. Its kindof weird, I mean, yah we have a fax machine. But I've never seen anyone use it. Haha.
Theatre makes me happy. I mean, I don't know whats going to happen at all this year, but I know that the good WILL outweigh the bad and the drama will be lived through. I don't feel dependent on anyone else there like I did last year. I don't mind working by myself or running errands for Woo. I'm starting to truly feel like a veteran at it. Which is odd, as I've only done three (really two) shows and only been in theatre arts I. But, as soon as I walked into the PAC on wednesday, my confidence soared, as opposed to the freaking out I did the few days before school. Its good. I like it.
Today=really odd. Hopfeully it will pour down rain, and make it all better.